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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2009 8:44:22 GMT
Briefing: After a few days of repairs while docked at starbase 47, the Vesuvius is sent to Cardassia Prime to pick up a Cardassian delegate and transport her deep into Romulan space.
naturally, we'll have the usual difficulties and anything else you can come up with. Basically, we have the start, going to cardassia to get the ambassador (whom I shall name in a post) and the end, to go to Romulus and deliver her there.
Once we get to Romulan space we'll be met by a Romulan diplomat (and the federation diplomat....whom I'll be npc-ing)
If anyone wants to play the Cardassian Ambassador and the Romulan Ambassador, please give me a shout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2009 10:09:49 GMT
"Have you told them where to stuff it?" Jatan asked, a serious look on his face. "Surely Starfleet remembers how you feel about Cardassians? And don't tell me it's an illogical feeling because I know otherwise. You were nearly killed, and we lost a child!"
Sonak shook her head in silence. They'd had this argument several times now in the last few days, ever since their new orders had come through. Except, the Vesuvius was in no condition to leave dock just yet. She'd have to remember to go see Drumlin about the state of repairs, the cloaking device could be repaired while they were in flight, so long as the modules would decently fit together again.
"You do not need to remind me of that Jatan," she replied stoically, though the pain was once more in her eyes. "Except that it is so long ago, perhaps this is the ideal circumstance to reconcile, to move past these feelings of hate. We have to do this, no other ship is available, not with the technology that we have on board. The Jefferson is only just returning from Romulan space, and I doubt they will be welcomed back soon."
She tapped the PADD with the letter from her brother, her older brother, who served on the Jefferson. "I will not ask Captain Reynolds to do something that which I am not prepared to do myself. They have deserved a small break from this. No Jatan, it is up to us."
The Human doctor sighed, shaking his head. "Go then, I'll take care of the children. Just make sure you're around for a while this time. Don't spend all your time on that damn bridge you hear. You've got a responsibility towards us too, your family."
The Vulcan admiral nodded, reached out and caressed her husband's cheek. "Where would I be without you?" she asked quietly, before rising to her feet. Seconds later, she ordered the turbolift down to main engineering.
"Ensign Drumlin, what is the status of the ship? Is she spaceworthy yet?" She marched up towards the chief engineer, glancing around the busy hub. "The cloak is of no immediate importance, but I want this ship able to reach at least warp five in three hours. Do not forget to attend the staff briefing in two."
She patted her chief engineer on the shoulder. "I know you are doing everything you can, but time is of the essence, we cannot allow the ambassador to be kept waiting."
[Drumlin]
Next, she headed up to the bridge, where she knew her loyal first officer would be on duty. "Staff briefing in two hours," she commented dryly, before stepping up to the new helmsman. "I never told you how well you did, keeping my ship in as much one piece as was possible. I can see you are a talented young man," she told him quietly, knowing it might embarass him, without intending to do that to him. "Take a break, but report for the briefing in two hours."
[Parsons, Gatsby]
She tapped her combadge. "All senior staff, report for mission briefing in two hours. Briefing room one. Doctor Kennedy, prepare senior staff physical and psychological evaluations." She wanted to know who would cause issues this mission, in regards to their dealings with Cardassians, as well as Romulans. There was only one thing that truly excited her about this mission, even though she wouldn't admit to the emotion in public. She would see her younger brother again, as he would be escorting the Romulan ambassador.
[Kennedy/everyone]
Favouring her first officier a small, yet slightly nervous smile, the Vulcan took her seat and just gazed at the image of the starbase on the main screen. She promised herself she would get over her hate for Cardassians, it was illogical to hate, and not everyone was like the one who had tortured her and tried to kill her. Surely there were those, who did mean well and wanted to move forward?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2009 10:49:15 GMT
The light flashed across her face as it beeped on the console, her Bajoran nose casting a shadow on her check.
“Your decision Doctor you need to make it quick you don’t have much time.”
She waved her hand and said annoyed.”I know I know.’
The nurse to her left said louder. “Well Doctor?”
Sighing a little. “Okay a small piece only.” The plate of cake was handed to her and she looked down at it longingly, Double chocolate with whipped cream and some kind of sweet nut.
“To hell with health.” She muttered to herself as she shuffled in a fork full of cake. The message she had received regarding Tedak and his little punch up had left her in a rather dubious mood and the Sickbay staff knew it, the cake a rather primitive plan to raise her mood if only a minor amount.
Kerry-Anne skulked back to her office and sat heavily in her high backed chair, again looking at her personal computer and frowning. “when I get my hands on the idiot.” Another muttering to herself in between fork fulls of cake.
Her train of thought was cut off when the comm. System came to life with admiral Sonaks voice.
Kerry-Anne now had a disgruntled look on her face and she had to fight back the urge to tell Sonak where to stick her Evaluations both medical and physiological. Tapping her comm. Badge she replied somewhat too curtly.
“Ma’am I have time for Medical exams not Physiological, you will need to get one of the counsellors on that, Sickbay is stretched thin as it is Kennedy out.”
Her appetite even for cake now gone she loudly placed the small plate on her desk and stood up with a loud sigh. Walking out of her office and into the main sickbay area she looked around and said. “Ok people get ready for medical evaluations all staff on duty.’
Again tapping her comm. Badge she said. “Doctor Reckus please report to sickbay we have work to do.” The fact he was Sonak’s spouse didn’t get him out of boring duties in Kerry-Anne’s book.
Grabbing her med kit she walked out of sickbay intent to track down most of the senior staff who no doubt all had valid reasons not to show up to an evaluation in sickbay.
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Post by shakaar on Dec 29, 2009 16:52:28 GMT
Shakaar was on his back in Jeffries Tube 16A, realigning a sensor pallet that had been dislodged during the last mission. He had spent the recent mission staying out of the way and trying to learn his new duties, but it was time to move past that. As he worked, his comm badge chirped. "All senior staff, report for mission briefing in two hours. Briefing room one. Doctor Kennedy, prepare senior staff physical and psychological evaluations."
Two hours until the briefing. Shakaar hoped this repair worked. He would be hard pressed to be done in time if it didn`t. The Bajoran Science Officer put down the sequencer and re-scanned the sensor pallet. The realignment had been successful and the sensors for this section should be working properly. He tapped his communicator and contacted the bridge. "Activate starboard aft sensors and calibrate using alignment matrix one four."
The Ops officer responded. "Acknowledged. Running calibration." There was a long wait and Shakaar held his breath. If this didn't work, he'd have to do the entire thing again, and he had already been here for almost two hours. "This is the bridge. The starboard sensors are working. No discrepancies noted during the calibration. Nice work."
The ensign exhaled and said "Thanks bridge. Shakaar out." He gathered up his tools, put them back into the kit and crawled his way back out of the Jeffries tube. It was lucky he wasn't claustrophobic. He exited the tube on Deck 7, put the kit down again and stretched his back. He had been in there for a while and it was good to be able to stand up and work the kinks out.
After his back was feeling better, Shakaar pulled out his PADD and looked at the list of repair duties he and his staff were responsible for. There was a number of them, but a lot were being worked on by members of the Science Department and seemed to be proceeding normally. The next items on the list was a series of computer problems in Lab 7, which was down on Deck 12. No one had gotten to them yet. Shakaar picked up his kit and started heading for the nearest turbolift, which was just around the corner. He hit the activation stud and only had to wait for a moment before the doors opened. Inside was a very irritated looking human lieutenant in a blue medical uniform. She had a PADD in her hand and glanced at it before looking back up at him. "You are Ensign Shakaar, Chief Science Officer" she said.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" Shakaar replied with an amused grin.
She continued to stare at him and her frown deepened.
(Lt.Kennedy)
"Yes sir" Shakaar said. "I will report to sickbay immediately from here." Shakaar elected to wait for the next turbolift, not certain that he wanted to be trapped with the lieutenant even for the short time they would be in there together.
(Lt. Kennedy)
The doors closed and Shakaar pressed the call button again. The doors quickly opened and he went to sickbay to get his medical and psych evaluation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2009 19:52:58 GMT
Next, she headed up to the bridge, where she knew her loyal first officer would be on duty. "Staff briefing in two hours," she commented dryly, before stepping up to the new helmsman. "I never told you how well you did, keeping my ship in as much one piece as was possible. I can see you are a talented young man," she told him quietly, knowing it might embarass him, without intending to do that to him. "Thank you ma'am.." Jay said, trying not to show his embarrassment, "Just doing my job." "Take a break, but report for the briefing in two hours." "Thank you ma'am." he said, feeling a weight lifted, he felt like he could use a drink, "I will be there ma'am." He relinquished his chair to another helmsman, and he walked off the bridge.
The turbolift doors opened, revealing the tall, but clastriphobic tube that served as the main means of transportation on the ship. Jay walked in, he shivered a bit, he was slightly claustrophobic, "Computer.. Deck 4..." he said, as the turbolift came to life. After a short ride, the turbolift stopped, Jay stepped out into the hallway and walked a down a long narrow corridor.
After a short walk, Jay arrived at his door, he walked into his quarters, he didn't turn on the lights. Jay walked into the room and sat down on the right side of the bed, he removed his shirt and tossed it at the wall. He put his head into his hands, and he rubbed his eyes. He got up from the bed and walked up to the mirror in the washroom, he stared at the dark circles, he didn't realise how tired he actually was. He opened the basin and splashed water into his face. Jay sighed, and walked back to the bed and fell onto it and stared at the blackness that surrounded him.. Two hours of peace... They would go so fast...
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Post by drumlin on Jan 5, 2010 0:03:00 GMT
"...the cloak is of no immediate importance, but I want this ship able to reach at least warp five in three hours. Do not forget to attend the staff briefing in two." "Aye Admiral, it'll be ready". The Admiral left engineering, and David felt a little easier. After all, he was still new, and he was eager to impress. He turned to his staff. "Okay guys, you heard the lady!" The room buzzed into action. They were an efficient staff, and they were getting used to David's laid back but expectant style. Engineering was in a mess. There were panels, conduits and bulkheads lying everywhere. After the last mission, it had been necessary to gut engineering and practiclly start again. David relished the challenge, finally he could design an engineering room to his own specifications, instead of being constrained by Starfleet's clunky designs. "Excuse me Sir," came a voice, and David turned to see Ensign Jim Statler, a young, handsome engineer who would make a good chief himself. "Sir, might I have a word?" "Of course Ensign, what is it?" He hesitated for a moment, and then found his confidence again. "I've heard that you're gay?" "Yes. And?" "I don't much care for queers. I'd like a transfer to another department". "Excuse me?" "You heard". The room froze. David didn't know what to say. "Come with me".
David and Statler entered the bridge, and rang the doorbell of the Admiral's ready room.
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Post by shakaar on Jan 6, 2010 15:13:42 GMT
Ensign Shakaar cautiously looked around Sickbay. Nurses, doctos and med techs were bustling around, looking very busy and he was hesitant to interrupt whatever it was they were doing. A pretty human nurse stopped in front of him and said "Can I help you?"
Shakaar looked at her appraisingly. "My name is Shakaar Edon, Chief Science Officer. I was just ordered to report here by an irriated looking lieutenant."
The nurse snickered quietly. "That's Lt. Kennedy. She's been ordered to conduct physical exams of the senior staff. We're a little short staffed right now and we're having some equipment problems as well." She paused for a moment, then turned slightly red. "Sorry, I'm Nurse Lane."
Shakaar shrugged and smiled. "It's alright. I'm sure you were quite busy before I stuck my Bajoran earrings into your Sickbay." She giggled again and he was suddenly quite glad that he had come to Sickbay. "You said that you were having some equipment problems?"
The nurse nodded, seemingly happy to change the subject. "Yes, we're having some intermittent problems with the main medical scanner. It loses power and gives unusual readings on occasion. Two of our biobeds aren't functioning correctly and a monitor won't connect to the Vesuvius information net. Engineering has been too busy to send someone up." She glanced at the repair kit he had slung over his shoulder. "Do you think that you can fix them, while you're here?"
The Bajoran Science officer nodded. "Probably. I can at least take a look until you are ready to conduct my physical."
Nurse Lane nodded, then walked him over to the medical scanner. "This is it. The malfunctioning monitor is in the back, through that door."
Shakaar nodded absently as he examined the scanner. It appeared to be working fine. He pulled a sequencer and tricorder out of his kit and examined the device. "The bracket for the multiplex scan matrix is loose. Looks like it might have been damaged during the last mission. When the matrix is in place, it works. When it gets jarred, it doesn't work." Shakaar moved to the side of the scanner and shoved it with his hip, and the lights on the device died. He shoved it again, and it started back up.
Nurse Lane laughed. "Pretty low tech repair job."
Shakaar smiled. "Yes. I'll actually fix it now, then move on to the monitor. Give me a call when you're ready to conduct my physical."
The nurse nodded and got back to whatever it was she was doing before he showed up. Shakaar pulled a multi-tool out of the pack and started digging into the guts of the scanner. This repair would only take a few minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2010 20:40:43 GMT
Preparing for a briefing always was time consuming, though this time was far less pleasant. Sonak absolutely hated Cardassians, and with good reason, but she also knew that, as a flag officer, she needed to get over that hatred. Which was probably why Starfleet had assigned her ship for this duty.
She sat with her hands locked in her hair, just staring at her computer screen, when she was startled out of her studies by the chime. "Come," she called out, arching an eyebrow in surprise as her new chief engineer walked in, followed closely by a young man, who didn't look too thrilled. As she studied both men, she realised that neither looked any happier.
"What can I do for you Mr Drumlin?"
[Drumlin]
She studied the other male officer. "Are you saying that you have a problem serving with him, simply because he desires male company over female company?"
[Drumlin's NPC Statler]
The Vulcan's eyes narrowed. "Mister Drumlin, take a seat. Mr Statler, if this is how you feel, then perhaps Starfleet is not the ideal environment for you. Obviously you cannot deal with your own prejudices. How am I going to rely on you if we encounter an alien species that builds a society on same sex relationships?"
[NPC Statler]
Her voice turned acid. "I suppose then, that you would not work with me either. My brother is gay, and I will have you know that he is an accomplished doctor, happily married to the man he loves and he has two children."
[NPC Statler]
"You are dismissed ensign, and I will have you transferred off this ship if you do not deal with your prejudices. I am denying your transfer request to another department, you will learn to deal with it."
As the ensign left, Sonak turned to Drumlin. "I doubt he will bother you again ensign. Unfortunately, he may not be the only one. If you experience any ill-effects due to him or others, you are to let me know immediately. Understood?"
[Drumlin]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2010 9:47:09 GMT
Doctor Kerry-Anne Kennedy tapped the computer console she had a whole list of things to do and yet annoyingly only two hands to do them with, even more annoyingly they all had to be done by her alone. As Chief these things were a given but there were times she wished she could go back to just being another junior doctor with more patient time and less paperwork.
Turning around to look at sickbay staff competently working she afforded herself a small smile, she didn’t know them as well as she would have liked but she was glad they were her staff.
Looking at one man in particular who she didn’t recognize from her staff she walked over. “Ensign I assume you are here for a physical?”
Whipping out a medical tricorder she asked. “Any Complaints? Nausea? Aches or pains? Past medical issues I should be made aware of?”
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“I See, well initial scans indicate you are fine, a slight inflammation of your muscles in your lower back, nothing to be concerned about but if you feel any pain return and I can give you an anti-inflammatory.”
<Tag>
Closing the Tricorder she said. “Well you are fit for duty Ensign, but despite your new found responsibilities find the time to eat right please, you would be surprised how many illnesses can be avoided if people eat healthy and regularly.”
<Tag>
“Oh and if you see the Admiral or First Officer remind them even Admiral’s and Commander’s have to come to sickbay it doesn’t go to them, Thank you.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2010 23:20:24 GMT
"Looking forward to it," Parsons replied, familiar with the general nature of the mission, but not the details. The Admiral took her seat after giving orders to other senior officers. Adam wondered what the Admiral thought about going to Cardassia and having a Cardassian ambassador on board. The Vesuvius XO had been with the Admiral long enough to know of her distain for the Cardassian, and of the loss of the Admiral's child, but he had never built up the nerve to ask her the details, and she had not volunteered them.
A little while later, Parsons sat in command on the bridge, as the Admiral had retired to her ready room to prepare the briefing. Ensign Drumlin, the new chief engineer, walked through the bridge with an Ensign Statler. Statler was a junior officer in engineering and showed much promise. The XO wondered what this was about as the two entered the Admiral's ready room. Parsons hadn't heard of any special engineering project that required the Admiral's attention, and Adam couldn't help thinking that the way the two officers approached and entered the ready room reminded him of a student being led to the principal's office by his teacher.
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Post by shakaar on Jan 19, 2010 16:42:48 GMT
Shakaar had finished the repairs on the medical scanner, the non-connecting monitor and one of the biobeds. The fixes were pretty easy, which was probably why they were so far down on the Engineering priority list. Sickbay seemed to be humming along quietly and he was getting bored. There was nothing left to do and no one had come to do his physical and psych evaluation.
The science officer had been sitting in a waiting area for about 10 minutes when a Bolian stuck his head in. "Area you Ensign Shakaar Braylin?" he asked.
The ensign got to his feet. "Yes sir."
The Bolian nodded. "My name is Veiar and I am a counsellor aboard the ship. I have to ask you a few questions, if that's OK."
"Of course sir" Shakaar replied. "Here?"
"No ensign. I have a meeting room set up down the corridor." Viear gestured at the Bajoran to accompany him, and the two proceeded down the hall. The Bolian stopped at a door and Shakaar went inside. It was a fairly standard Starfleet interview room. A table and two chairs, a replicator and comm panel. There was some rather simplistic Capellan art up on the walls. Shakaar took a seat, and the Bolian sat down across from him. "All right ensign," Veiar said. "This is standard Starfleet psychiatric evaluation, along with some specific questions pertaining to the mission that the Vesuvius has been assigned. Do you have any questions?"
Shakaar shook his head. He had been doing these things ever since he had joined Starfleet and had often wondered what happened to them when they were complete. He had envisioned a great, sentient computer that the reports were sent to. The thing digested them and occasionally spat out great evaluations of all Starfleet personel, what they were doing, thinking, feeling and wanting. He shook his head. Odd time for that thought to surface.
Veiar was looking at him. "Ready ensign?"
Shakaar nodded. The counsellor was probably trying to think of what the shaking of his head represented. The Bajoran got down to the psych test, which was on a PADD. It was pretty standard, pretty much the same as every other one he had done. Shakaar completed it quickly and handed the PADD back to Veiar.
"Thank you ensign. Now, the mission specific questions. Are you aware of the nature of the Vesuvius' next mission?" the counsellor asked.
"No sir. I have just been transferred aboard and haven't even met the captain yet" Shakaar replied.
Veiar nodded. "I see. Well, our next mission is a diplomatic one and involves going to Cardassia, picking up one of their ambassadors, who is to be taken to Romulus. We will also be picking up Romulan and Federation ambassadors as well. How do you feel about that?"
Shakaar shrugged. "How am I supposed to feel? It's just another mission."
Veiar nodded again. "Yes ensign. However, the Cardassians occupied and oppressed your home world for many years. I understand that your grandfather fought them on Bajor while Cardassians were there."
Shakaar frowned slightly. "Yes, that's right. However, that was long ago, and well before my time. Bajor is free now, and my grandfather went on to be First Minister of Bajor. My father is a low-ranking member of the government. He never fought the Cardassians, and the people who did don't spend much of their time dwelling on the past."
"So, you feel that you harbour no resentment to the Cardassians?" the counsellor asked again. Shakaar shook his head.
Once the psychological exam was complete, Shakaar stepped out of the confined office and was about to sit when he noticed the doctor who had originally ordered him to Sickbay. “Ensign" she said "I assume you are here for a physical?
"Yes Lt. Kennedy. As ordered" he replied.
The doctor nodded and started walking to a bio bed. Shakaar assumed he was to follow and started after her, calmly hopping ont a bio bed as she picked up a medical tricorder off a desk. “Any Complaints? Nausea? Aches or pains? Past medical issues I should be made aware of?" she inquired.
"No doctor. Nothing like that" he said, as she ran the tricorder around his head and torso.
Dr. Kennedy closed the tricorder and said “Well, you are fit for duty Ensign, but despite your new found responsibilities find the time to eat right please, you would be surprised how many illnesses can be avoided if people eat healthy and regularly.”
"Yes doctor" Shakaar said meekly, somewhat initimidated by the abrupt manner of the Vesuvius doctor.
“Oh and if you see the Admiral or First Officer remind them even Admiral’s and Commander’s have to come to sickbay it doesn’t go to them, Thank you.”
"Yes sir" Shakaar replied and stood to get up. As he did, the door to Sickbay opened and a woman charged in sporting Admirals rank insignia, so he assumed that this was Admiral Reckus, commander of the Vesuvius. She seemed very happy and was babbling about Paht being back, although Shakaar didn't know who or what a Paht was.
Shakaar waited for a moment so that he could introduce himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 6:56:17 GMT
The once-familiar halls and galleries of Starbase 47 filled Meylor's eyes as he walked off the gangway of the Federation transport ship Chicago and into the considerably more spacious interiors of the base. It had been some time since he had been back to a starbase, at least one of Federation design. His previous year spent as Security consultant/constable on the New Sahving colony in the Gamma Quadrant had exposed him to a multitude of technologies, people, and customs decidedly far removed from the typical Starfleet officer's duties, but now that he was back in the Alpha Quadrant, surrounded by the trappings of Starfleet, he began to once more feel the easy familiarity and professional pride that had always drawn him back to starship duty.
Once again, the call had come through that the Vesuvius needed an experienced Tactical officer, and Meylor felt ready to return to space duty after a good stint planetside. Getting the main governing complex at New Sahving up and running, with a capable security system, had been a challenge, but he now felt comfortable leaving matters there in the hands of the colony's more permanent residents. Hell, the Chief Constable practically ushered me out onto the transport, he mused. The old Bajoran man had been a good boss, but there was always something a bit insular about these colonial types; it had definitely been a good time for a transfer.
These thoughts and others drifted through his mind as Meylor strolled into the local watering hole for a pint of Maraltian Seev-ale, a favorite libation of his that had been scarce in the far-off Gamma Quadrant. He figured that he might as well ease back into Alpha Quadrant life as smoothly as possible, and also anticipated that one good drink before a potentially arduous mission might well prove beneficial. If the reports he had heard about the Vesuvius being temporarily drafted as neutral transport for a Cardassian delegate were true, Meylor was going to need something to fortify his spirits. Ever since getting back to the Alpha Quadrant a couple of weeks ago, he had heard scattered reports of Cardassian infiltration and acts of sabotage here and there, which only paralleled disturbingly with his own experiences on New Sahving. A lone operative, possibly from the Obsidian Order, had been been caught by one of his deputies a month previously trying to plant a complicated listening device/transmitter in the colony governor's office. The prospect of a newly hostile Cardassian Union, only having recently regained a position of interstellar prominence and respect after the post-war rebuilding of their society, seemed remote and unthinkable to most, but to Meylor, there was little left in most species' darker impulses that surprised him any longer. Particularly when it comes to the Cardies...
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Later that day, after having attended to the usual official and personal business on base, he had finally settled into his quarters aboard ship, and checked in with the main computer to register his transfer. Meylor now looked forward to making things final with Admiral Sonak, his former commanding officer and a woman he had come to greatly respect and look up to. If any captain in the fleet can deal with the Cardies, it's got to be Sonak, he said to himself while putting on, and getting used to, a fresh Starfleet uniform (he had just wound up the past year wearing a Bajoran Militia uniform as part of his colonial duties). Taking one last glance around his reassuringly spartan cabin (Starfleet still loved to pack their people in), Meylor couldn't help but feel excited to be back; no duty had ever appealed to him quite as strongly as starship duty. Sure it could be downright dangerous, and worse yet, often routine to the point of banality, but there was always the promise of instant turnaround and surprising opportunity to stretch one's abilities. Oh, and the onboard holodeck could be pretty diverting, too...speaking of which: there seemed to be extensive repair and replacement of systems going on as he walked through the corridors. It looked as though some bugs would have to be shaken out en route to the mission. Never a dull day in this fleet...
The best place to find Sonak was usually on the Main Bridge, as Meylor recalled, though her family often used to keep her busy elsewhere. Upon arriving, however, he found the First Officer keeping watch, and he merely commented without undue ceremony. "Can I take it something interesting happened to the ship recently, Mr. Parsons?" A sly grin crept onto Meylor's face, almost unbidden.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 10:54:53 GMT
Cardassian Space
Legate Alanya strode purposefully down the corridor of the massive, recently restored diplomatic building. They were already late for boarding the shuttle that would bring them to the border of Cardassian space, and the ambassador was still nowhere to be found.
Alanya had just spent an hour looking for her boss, because as her aide she was supposed to. But she was growing impatient. Not only were they late for their shuttle, they had to go to the Federation of all places. While an ambassador's aide, Alanya wasn't one of the most openminded of Cardassians. She respected her boss of course, but she couldn't feel but being put in place for her own feelings. She had personally been selected for this, and her own research had proven that the commander of the vessel they were to board, wasn't too favourable to her species either.
And then, what was even worse, they were to be meeting with Romulans. Why Romulans, of all species? Alanya couldn't begin to fathom why.
Finally, after hours of seaching, she found the ambassador in her own quarters. "Ambassador we must hurry, our shuttle's about to leave."
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Romulan Space
Ambassador Richard van Breugel regarded his Romulan counterpart. "When will the Vesuvius arrive to pick us up?" he asked as he adjusted his formal robes. He'd only just said goodbye to his wife and children, as they wouldn't accompany him this time. The last time had nearly proven fatal for his baby daughter, and he wouldn't risk their lives again.
Richard smiled. "I wish I would be meeting my sister under different circumstances. The only times we meet, are when we are both under certain orders. I doubt I'll get the chance to meet with my brother after this, I haven't seen him in years. I heard he got married again.." He trailed off. "Not that it would be of interest to you, would it ambassador? Tell me, how do you feel about our orders to go meet with Cardassians? Supervised by a commanding officer who is known to hate them?"
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USS Vesuvius
After her meeting with the chief engineer, Sonak realised she still had to report in for her physical. Like many commanding officers, she felt they were a waste of time, and as a Vulcan she deemed it illogical to report when she was feeling fine. However, as a doctor, she understood the requirement only too well. She stepped out of her readyroom, only to nearly collide with someone familiar.
"Paht!" she exclaimed, taking a surprised step back. "When did you arrive? What are you doing here?" She noticed he was in uniform, a yellow one. A PADD was thrust into her hands and she skimmed it, before giving him a very uncharacteristic hug, causing Parsons to chuckle. "Welcome back," she told him, before releasing him.
(Parsons/Meylor)
"We will catch up later, I have to report to sickbay. Oh...once you and Parsons are caught up on old times...report to sickbay." She rushed off the bridge and nearly stormed into sickbay. Nearly running right into the other Bajoran on her senior staff. "Doctor, I have come for my physical." She smiled; she was positively beaming. "Paht is back," she informed the doctor, though the poor woman had no idea who Paht was supposed to be.
Sonak turned her head to face Braylin. "Ensign, please head up to the bridge and see to it that Commander Meylor Paht is assigned to quarters. As a fellow Bajoran, I am certain you would want to catch up with someone of your own species."
(Kennedy/Braylin)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2010 18:36:30 GMT
Ambassador Richard van Breugel regarded his Romulan counterpart. "When will the Vesuvius arrive to pick us up?" he asked as he adjusted his formal robes. He'd only just said goodbye to his wife and children, as they wouldn't accompany him this time. The last time had nearly proven fatal for his baby daughter, and he wouldn't risk their lives again.
"I am unsure." Ambassador Velal said, as she looked out the window into the starfield that layed out before them. "It is just like Star Fleet to keep us waiting..."
Richard smiled. "I wish I would be meeting my sister under different circumstances. The only times we meet, are when we are both under certain orders. I doubt I'll get the chance to meet with my brother after this, I haven't seen him in years. I heard he got married again.." He trailed off. "Not that it would be of interest to you, would it ambassador? Tell me, how do you feel about our orders to go meet with Cardassians? Supervised by a commanding officer who is known to hate them?"
T'Rehu turned to him, and said, "Well it will make it most difficult, since the Cardassians are a proud people and do not welcome outsiders with open arms, especially those who show open hostility."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2010 19:33:00 GMT
Kennedy raised her eyebrow as Sonak exclaimed that Paht was back. With a sigh Kennedy replied. “Some cream will clear that right up.” In a somewhat joking tone.
Flipping out her tricorder she began to scan the Vulcan Admiral, she held a disapproving look on her face as she did so. “Sleeping enough?.. never mind I know the answer.”
Sonak ignored her to tell Braylin to greet this Paht person a Fellow Bajoran, and Kennedy curtly said. “Yes because these ridges on my nose were a haircutting accident.” Hand on the Admirals Shoulder Kennedy gave a sharp tug, “Admiral you really should get a massage your all tense, find some holodeck time that’s an order.”
Closing the tricorder she looked at Sonak for a moment and said. “Admiral.. Doctor.. You know as well as I that Vulcan’s are not immune to stress.. remember to take personal time.”
Kennedy rubbed her forehead as she said. “You are fit for duty Admiral.. send Commander Parsons down when you see him next please.”
**CARDASSIAN SPACE**
Ambassador Porett turned to look at her aid, with a look of thought on her wizened face she replied. “The Shuttle does not leave until I am on board therefore I can’t be late, so calm down young one.. besides the Cardassian Union does not run just because the Federation clicks their fingers.”
Picking up a pack she handed it to her aide, an Ambassador shouldn’t be seen carrying her own things. Walking two steps ahead of her aide she commented. “Be sure to keep your thoughts off of your face young one.. we are Cardassians do not let your thoughts betray you to the Romulans or Federation.”
After the short walk to the shuttle they stepped inside, once inside Porett pressed a small intercom button and said curtly. “Alright get this tug going.” within minutes they had taken off on their way to their meeting point.
Hours later..
The shuttle came into view of the USS Vesuvius and one of the pilots opened a channel. “Starfleet Vessel.. we are carrying Ambassador Porett. request permission to transport her and her Aide aboard.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2010 8:01:00 GMT
As he and Parsons began discussing the recent trials the ship had been through, Meylor cast a critical eye over the refit schedule displayed on the First Officer's console. It looked as though there still remained some major problems adjusting several of the replacement parts in the multivector assault systems; defense systems components designed to smoothly integrate shield geometry between the modules were proving difficult to break in. In addition, several of the replacement phaser couplings were showing signs of premature overheating in controlled tests. All in all, there was plenty of work cut out in order to get the tactical systems in normal operating condition, but Meylor promised Parsons to have those repairs well underway by the time the ship left dock. "If I can get a few extra technicians more familiar with the new components transferred from starbase, it wouldn't hurt", he recommended to Parsons. They agreed, and Meylor immediately set about working on the shield generators, which was considered priority among the tactical systems for the time being.
After her meeting with the chief engineer, Sonak realised she still had to report in for her physical. Like many commanding officers, she felt they were a waste of time, and as a Vulcan she deemed it illogical to report when she was feeling fine. However, as a doctor, she understood the requirement only too well. She stepped out of her readyroom, only to nearly collide with someone familiar.
Meylor, making his way to the shield generators with due haste, apologized and smiled warmly in greeting. "It's wonderful to be back aboard, ma'am. I wanted to let you know that my team and I have the Tac systems well in hand; things should be up to normal functioning by the time we rendezvous at Cardassia Prime."
"Paht!" she exclaimed, taking a surprised step back. "When did you arrive? What are you doing here?" She noticed he was in uniform, a yellow one. A PADD was thrust into her hands and she skimmed it, before giving him a very uncharacteristic hug, causing Parsons to chuckle. "Welcome back," she told him, before releasing him.
"We will catch up later, I have to report to sickbay. Oh...once you and Parsons are caught up on old times...report to sickbay."
Meylor shrugged and answered with typical aplomb. "We've done just that, Admiral, and I was about to get to work. And I believe I've been taken care of by our quartermaster, Mr. Thorad, in terms of my cabin and such. I'll do my best to get that physical in at the end of my duty shift, but that might be some time yet. I foresee plenty of overtime in store..."
He began heading for the corridor, but turned quickly with a parting word. "...but, worry not; I love overtime on this ship!" Meylor gave a jaunty salute, and headed off.
<Tag Sonak, Parsons>
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Several long hours and steaming cups of raktajino later, Meylor and his team had finally agreed to take a break and hand off to the incoming duty shift. The module integration system had proved a tough nut to crack, but Meylor was at least confident that the new parts would not only hold together, but also work properly with the shields even at high warp speeds, should circumstances demand it. The starbase technicians he had requested consisted of two junior computer nerds who had no specific knowledge of the new components; apparently, starbase ops insisted that the shipment containing these parts was relatively new and no support personnel had been sent with them. Odd, and a bit careless of Starfleet to treat their logistics in this manner, but Meylor wasn't entirely surprised and managed to make the best of what he had. If Starfleet wanted to cut a few corners, then surely they wouldn't mind some of the non-standard jury-rigging he had to employ in order for the shield generators to cope with the new metals in the module locking clamps. C'est la vie...
He was half-way to his quarters for a quick shower and nap (he'd been without sleep since stepping off the transport yesterday morning), when he ruefully remembered his earlier promise to report for a physical. Thankfully, Sickbay was only a deck above his quarters, and besides, Meylor wanted to check on a problem the medical section had reported earlier with its quarantine force-fields. It came as a bit of a surprise, then, when he arrived to find Sickbay fairly quiet and uncluttered, with one nurse tending to a patient with minor plasma burns and another nurse replacing a defective power pack on a biobed. The CMO, a fit young woman with long brown hair, was standing in her office sifting through various data PADDs and mdeical instruments laid out all over the desk in front of her. He coughed politely, and introduced himself. "Commander Meylor, here for my physical. I also heard you might be having problems with your force-fields?"
Kennedy turned to face him with a somewhat exasperated look on her face, a face which Meylor now noticed was graced with slight Bajoran nose ridges. It wasn't the only thing Meylor noticed about the doctor's face, however; he had to remind himself that it was impolite to stare. Not staring was proving considerably more difficult than he could have expected, though. Meylor had never really given a second thought to the old cliche about love at first sight, but seeing Kennedy's face was giving way to all sorts of thoughts he'd not considered before.
Presently, however, he was prevented from dwelling too much on these thoughts when Kennedy's expression turned even more exasperated. "Are you having hearing problems, Commander, or has it just been awhile since you've seen another Bajoran?"
"Hmmm? Ah, no, I'm just tired after my shift, Doctor. Pardon me, but what were you saying?" Meylor rubbed his eyes, which now seemed to be full of far more than mere fatigue.
The doctor turned back to the PADD with the crew profiles on it, and found Meylor's. "I was saying that, no thanks to another department diverting personnel to repairs elsewhere..." she paused to let the implication of her statement sink in, "...we've had to make do with repairing most of the Sickbay problems ourselves; I think I might just have to recommend my entire nursing staff for expert technician ratings."
She continued, more caustic than ever. "Suffice it to say, we don't need further help. Now as for you physical, I've received your medical history, but it seems to be a Bajoran document that our Starfleet computers are having trouble authorizing."
Meylor stopped rubbing his eyes a moment. "Well, that's probably because I submitted the wrong document. It's been awhile since I've needed my Starfleet credentials; they're probably still buried somewhere in my personal database."
Kennedy's perpetual frown deepened. "I suggest you unbury them if you want to serve legally aboard the Vesuvius. At any rate, I've been able to clear the history you already submitted, so at least I can tell the Admiral we haven't brought a plague victim aboard."
Meylor matched her frown this time. "How'd you do that?"
"I do have experience with Bajoran paperwork." She walked out into the primary ward without further explanation, and gestured for him to follow. Meylor was strangely happy to do so. "Sit down, Commander; let's get this over with." She indicated the nearest biobed.
Meylor took the offer, had a seat, and tried to relax for the first time all day. "Well, you certainly have no force-field problems, Doctor."
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Post by shakaar on Jan 27, 2010 15:35:59 GMT
"Yes Admiral" Shakaar replied, did a smart about face and left Sickbay. He sighed with relief once he was into the corridor. His first meeting with an Admiral went about as well as it could have. He didn't fall, stutter like an idiot or walk into anything. All was good. Shakaar quickly arrived at a turbolift and climbed aboard for his trip to the bridge and his mission to find quarters for Commander Paht. Shakaar pulled out his PADD, linked with the ships computer, and took a list of quarters on the ship that would be suitable for a Starfleet Commander. However, as he examined the complete list, it appeared that Commander Paht had already taken quarters on Deck 4. He sighed again. Now what?
As the doors closed, he realized that he didn't even know what Meylor Paht looked like, then relaxed. There weren't going to be very many Bajoran commanders on the bridge of the Vesuvius. He should be easy to spot.
The doors opened and Ensign Shakaar stepped onto the bridge. It was quiet, with the usual beeping and clicking familiar to any starship bridge in the fleet. A Bajoran Commander was manning the tactical console, presumably, the Commander he was looking for.
Shakaar walked up. "Excuse me commander, my name is Ensign Shakaar, Chief Science Officer. The Admiral has ordered me to find you suitable quarters aboard ship, but I see that you have already taken some on Deck 4. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
<Commander Paht>
"Yes sir" Ensign Shakaar replied.
Commander Paht turned and started discussing ship operations with Commander Parsons, leaving him unoccupied, so he walked over to Science Station 1 and activated the console. It started up with satisfying quickness, allowing him to access main sensors and related science systems. Almost immediately, the sensors started beeping at him and he pulled up the main screen. "Sir, sensors have picked up an incoming ship coming out of warp. Range 75000 kilometres at bearing 115 mark 72."
Commander Parsons, who had the bridge, looked over to him. "What kind of ship, ensign?"
Shakaar completed his scan and replied "Cardassian shuttle sir. Transponder indicates it's carrying diplomatic personel. Scans show there are 6 lifeforms aboard. All Cardassian. Shuttle shields are down and no weapons active. They're hailing us now."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2010 22:23:57 GMT
<I'm not sure where this conversation should take place chronologically, but here it is nonetheless; we can probably work out such details a later time ;-)>
The doors opened and Ensign Shakaar stepped onto the bridge. It was quiet, with the usual beeping and clicking familiar to any starship bridge in the fleet. A Bajoran Commander was manning the tactical console, presumably, the Commander he was looking for.
Shakaar walked up. "Excuse me commander, my name is Ensign Shakaar, Chief Science Officer. The Admiral has ordered me to find you suitable quarters aboard ship, but I see that you have already taken some on Deck 4. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
Meylor looked up from the repair statistics on his console, and flashed an affable smile. "I think I've found all my marbles for now, thank you Mr. Shakaar. Our Andorian quartermaster is an old friend of mine. But I'll be sure to alert you should I need help finding them again..." He chuckled a bit, then continued. "Seriously, though, I'll be happy to sign off on your order to assist me, if it'll help. I happen to know just how hard it can be to make a good first impression on a new assignment. Trust me, as long as you keep doing your job well and with such enthusiasm, the Admiral isn't tremendously hard to please."
Shakaar tried to smile a bit, feeling a little more at ease. "I hope so, sir. Have you known the Admiral long?"
"Long enough to know that she's an excellent captain, a dynamic leader, a loving family woman...and possibly the most approachable Vulcan I've ever met. She also seems to like us wrinkle-noses especially well..." Meylor gave a kidding wink. "So take heart; if you like working with amazing gee-whizz starship technology and an even more amazing crew, you've got the right posting. Oh, and remember...the Admiral plays a mean game of Roladan Wild Draw..." Meylor slapped his arm amiably, and headed for the turbolift.
"Yes sir" Ensign Shakaar replied.
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Post by shakaar on Jan 29, 2010 14:42:28 GMT
"Yes Admiral" Shakaar replied, did a smart about face and left Sickbay. He sighed with relief once he was into the corridor. His first meeting with an Admiral went about as well as it could have. He didn't fall, stutter like an idiot or walk into anything. All was good. Shakaar quickly arrived at a turbolift and climbed aboard for his trip to the bridge and his mission to find quarters for Commander Paht. Shakaar pulled out his PADD, linked with the ships computer, and took a list of quarters on the ship that would be suitable for a Starfleet Commander. However, as he examined the complete list, it appeared that Commander Paht had already taken quarters on Deck 4. He sighed again. Now what?
As the doors closed, he realized that he didn't even know what Meylor Paht looked like, then relaxed. There weren't going to be very many Bajoran commanders on the bridge of the Vesuvius. He should be easy to spot.
The doors opened and Ensign Shakaar stepped onto the bridge. It was quiet, with the usual beeping and clicking familiar to any starship bridge in the fleet. A Bajoran Commander was manning the tactical console, presumably, the Commander he was looking for.
Shakaar walked up. "Excuse me commander, my name is Ensign Shakaar, Chief Science Officer. The Admiral has ordered me to find you suitable quarters aboard ship, but I see that you have already taken some on Deck 4. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
<Commander Paht>
"Yes sir" Ensign Shakaar replied.
Commander Paht turned and started discussing ship operations with Commander Parsons, leaving Shakaar unoccupied, so he walked over to Science Station 1 and activated the console. It started up with satisfying quickness, allowing him to access main sensors and related science systems. Almost immediately, the sensors started beeping at him and he pulled up the main screen. "Sir, sensors have picked up an incoming ship coming out of warp. Range 75000 kilometres at bearing 115 mark 72."
Commander Parsons, who had the bridge, looked over to him. "What kind of ship, ensign?"
Shakaar completed his scan and replied "Cardassian shuttle sir. Transponder indicates it's carrying diplomatic personel. Scans show there are 6 lifeforms aboard. All Cardassian. Shuttle shields are down and no weapons active. They're hailing us now."
“Starfleet Vessel.. we are carrying Ambassador Porett. request permission to transport her and her Aide aboard.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2010 9:13:33 GMT
The Vulcan shook her head in mock-dismay as the Bajoran left for his station. "Overtime indeed." She turned to the main viewscreen as the call came in from the Cardassian delegation. For a moment she crossed glances with her XO, then straightened.
"Cardassian vessel, you are cleared to dock at our starboard docking port," she authorised, "I will meet you there." She turned back to Adam. "Senior staff in the briefingroom in fifteen minutes," she ordered, "no exceptions and no excuses. And arrange a small welcome party for this evening, dress uniform is required."
[Adam]
Sonak beckoned Meylor. "Commander, with me," she ordered as she signaled for a turbolift to head for the bridge. "Parsons you have the bridge. Ensign Gatsby, enter course corrections and stand by. Once the ambassador and her party are aboard, set course for Romulan space."
[Gatsby]
Her gaze shifted to the Bajoran at the science station. "Keep monitoring the Cardassians, if anyone makes an unauthorised or pre-planned move, you are authorised to engage the cloak." She paused. "Thorad, keep weapons on stand by, we are after all to be transporting dignitaries who we shall be required to defend if need be."
[Thorad (Meylor), Shakaar]
As the turbolift doors closed behind her, she sagged a little against the wall. "This is going to be one tough mission," she complained softly, glancing up at her old friend, "and it will try my patience to the limit. Keep close watch Meylor, I do not trust Cardassians. I am trying, but I cannot."
[Meylor]
Together, they arrived at the docking hatch with time to spare. She straightened again as the hatch rolled aside to admit the Cardassian diplomatic party. "Welcome aboard madam ambassador," she said formally, "we have set aside spacious quarters for yourself and your aide and we have a small party this evening in your honour. Would you like to see your quarters first, before we head for the briefingroom?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2010 21:24:39 GMT
Stepping off the shuttle onto the docking bay floor of the Vesuvius the Ambassador took a few moments to get herself used to what Cardassians would call cold air, Nodding slightly at the formal greeting she stepped forward and replied.
“Greetings Admiral, I would prefer to get straight to business. I would also prefer normal crew quarters… leave the luxury to the Romulans they enjoy such trivialities.. makes them feel big and important… I would also like my assistant to assist one of your crew to set up a secure link to Cardassia Prime.. if I have need to contact my Government I would prefer to do so without Starfleet or the Romulans listening in.”
<Tag>
Looking to her assistant she gave a small nod, “See to it, then go to the quarters they provide and scan for listening devices things of that nature.” Turning back to Sonak she said.
“No Offence Admiral but in my line of work you can never be to careful.. Once went to a conference on Risa.. Had a Ferengi hiding under the bed, hoping to listen in on secrets… If you wouldn’t mind showing me the way to the briefing room I have spent very little time on federation vessels.”
<Tag>
Walking the Halls, she paid no mind to the Bajoran crew member the Admiral had picked to help greet her. Maybe it was meant the throw her off balance if that were the case the Admiral had not done her research well enough.. Porett was one of the most outspoken in her government about making amends to the Bajorans, something that had cost her personally a few times over her years.
The Federation though she had always taken a harder line with, She had always felt that for all their moralising that they were far more dirty than they liked to give themself credit for, they were all for making others admit mistakes but when it came to their won they turned a very blind eye.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2010 20:48:49 GMT
A few hours after his rest period, Meylor received the summons to join the greeting party for the Cardassian diplomats. Aside from the uncomfortably formal nature of full dress occasions (at least for Meylor), this particular event would be even more of a chore than usual. Even after his years of Starfleet training and exposure to a host of different cultures and races, his distrust of the Cardassian mentality was an albatross that he continued to struggle with. While his past experiences with various Cardassians over time certainly gave weight to such feelings, they were still something that he recognized as an obstacle to progress, both on a personal level and a professional one. This could be an opportunity to make some strides in both regards, and Meylor knew that it was important to re-establish his reliability on this ship, particularly to many of the new crew-members. Nonetheless, every time he thought back to what his grandmother used to tell him as a kid about his grandfather's brave fight, eventual capture, and final torturous murder at the hands of Cardassian interrogators, the image deep in his memory of what atrocities some Cardassians were capable of still haunted him in his more private moments.
Presently, though, it was time to keep his personal feelings in check and perform his unbiased duty. The Main Bridge was bustling with activity, with several repairs still ongoing, when he stepped onto it. The Command officers were huddled together, preparing for the diplomatic party's arrival. The viewscreen showed the scaly face of the Cardassian ambassador for a brief second before flicking off, the communication having just finished. Its afterimage remained burned into Meylor's mind for a moment before discipline kicked in and returned his focus to the task at hand. The Admiral and Commander Parsons had finished conferring and went into action.
Sonak beckoned Meylor. "Commander, with me," she ordered as she signaled for a turbolift to head for the bridge. "Parsons you have the bridge. Ensign Gatsby, enter course corrections and stand by. Once the ambassador and her party are aboard, set course for Romulan space."
Meylor nodded his acknowledgement, and overrode the turbolift commands, programming the system to bring a cab to them immediately. "Perimeter sensors have been restored to full operation, ma'am, so we should be able to monitor the area for anything unexpected." Such as the Cardies making any sudden manuevers, he didn't add.
Her gaze shifted to the Bajoran at the science station. "Keep monitoring the Cardassians, if anyone makes an unauthorised or pre-planned move, you are authorised to engage the cloak." She paused. "Thorad, keep weapons on stand by, we are after all to be transporting dignitaries who we shall be required to defend if need be."
The Andorian officer, taking relief Tactical duty for the time being, gave a serious look. "Defensive systems at 90% of capacity; all weapons and shields at optimum, with the exception of one of the aft phaser couplings, which are still experiencing overheat problems. Deflector shields in one aft quadrant are also inoperative. Repairs teams are on it."
Meylor frowned slightly at this, and went over to the Tactical console to consult the data. "I thought we had this under control, Mr. Thorad. Chief T'Su reported success not two hours ago..." His frown increased as the data made itself plain. "I want those shields fully operational within the hour, Mr. Thorad. We can't afford to be in any way vulnerable with VIPs on board. Get it done." He turned without further word and followed Admiral Sonak into the arrived turbolift.
As the turbolift doors closed behind her, she sagged a little against the wall. "This is going to be one tough mission," she complained softly, glancing up at her old friend, "and it will try my patience to the limit. Keep close watch Meylor, I do not trust Cardassians. I am trying, but I cannot."
Meylor let out a quick sigh and carefully thought things through for a moment before answering. "I know exactly what you mean, ma'am. Just remember: it's my job to be distrustful; let me take that duty. A great commander has to be free to be a great envoy sometimes, too. And, believe me, you're a great commander." He gave a slight, but sincere smile.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2010 5:44:42 GMT
"Can I take it something interesting happened to the ship recently, Mr. Parsons?" A sly grin crept onto Meylor's face.
"You could say that, Commander. Parsons smiled back and extended a hand. "You must be Commander Meylor."
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"Good to have you onboard. I was glad to hear we were able to acquire such an experienced tactical officer. The Admiral is through there," the XO said pointing to the CO's ready room.
Paht almost ran into the Admiral as she was exiting her ready room and the two had an awkward reunion that made Parsons chuckle.
The Admiral left for sickbay and Parsons and Meylor began discussing the recent trials the ship had been. "If I can get a few extra technicians more familiar with the new components transferred from starbase, it wouldn't hurt", he recommended to Parsons. They agreed, and Meylor immediately set about working on the shield generators, which was considered priority among the tactical systems for the time being.
A short time later, Parsons was notified of an incoming ship.
"What kind of ship, ensign?" Parsons looked over at the Science Chief.
By this time the Admiral was back on the bridge and ordered the viewscreen activated. For a moment she crossed glances with her XO, then straightened.
Parsons nodded and touched a console. "Attention all Senior Staff: There will be a briefing in fifteen minutes. Repeat. There will be a briefing for all senior staff in fifteen minutes."
"Parsons you have the bridge. Ensign Gatsby, enter course corrections and stand by. Once the ambassador and her party are aboard, set course for Romulan space."
As the Admiral left the bridge via the turbolift with Commander Meylor, her gaze shifted to the Bajoran at the science station. "Keep monitoring the Cardassians, if anyone makes an unauthorized or pre-planned move, you are authorized to engage the cloak." She paused. "Thorad, keep weapons on stand by, we are after all to be transporting dignitaries who we shall be required to defend if need be."
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Post by shakaar on Feb 18, 2010 14:59:47 GMT
Shakaar felt somewhat more relaxed after his conversation with Meylor. Always nice to have a friendly face on the bridge, especially when he didn't know anyone else aboard. The Ensign turned and took a seat at his station, and somehow failed to notice when the Admiral walked onto the bridge and issued him an order to monitor Cardassian ship dispositions and to report for a mission briefing.
Shakaar said "Yes sir" to the Admiral to acknowledge her orders. He turned back to his workstation, accessed the local Starfleet Intelligence information server and put in a request for present Cardassian ship dispositions. After a second of thought, he also asked for the same information from over the past 6 months, in order to have a baseline to compare things to along with Starfleet Intelligence analysis of Cardassian ship movements. The information began to download and he sat back to babysit the process. You never knew when these things were going to interrupt themselves for whatever reason.
While he sat there, he decided to take a quick browse through the science systems of the Vesuvius. He hadn't really had a chance to review ship systems on the way here. His request pulled up an extremely impressive list of sensor equipment, including a tomographic imaging scanner, something he had only read journal articles about. It was capable of multiphasic imaging and he could hardly wait to scan something with it.
It took a few minutes for the download to complete itself. Shakaar then decided to download any information regarding scientific anomalies that might cross their path. If he was going to be the Chief Science officer aboard ship, he was going to conduct some scientific investigation if the opportunity presented itself. Once all the files were ready, he downloaded them all onto his PADD and locked his console, stood up and walked into the briefing room. He was the first one in and sat down in a chair as far from the head of the table as he could.
He quickly dug into the data stored on the PADD and barely noticed when people started walking into the briefing room.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2010 20:14:31 GMT
Mission briefings. Every CO's pain. Sonak was certain now, after all those years as commanding officer, that they were designed to torture a commanding officer. Either that, or have them driven insane. Yet, how else was information going to be spread, and how else was she going to be aware of issues that her senior staff, or their junior officers, might have with a plan of action?
Almost anxiously, the Vulcan admiral watched the door. The Cardassian ambassador was soon to arrive, and that was something she wasn't looking forward to. Yet, she was resolved to endure the meeting, and be as pleasant as she could be. Seliv had died several years ago now, and even though she would never forget him - and thankfully Jatan made no demand that she should - she would have to let her hate go. Also the event where she'd been captured and tortured, causing her to lose a baby in the early stages of pregnancy.
It did help, immensely so, that the visiting diplomat, as well as the aides, would all be female. That might ease things a little. Sighing, the Vulcan sat and waited for the Ambassador to arrive first, to brief her on proceedings. Once she did, Sonak rose back to her feet and offered the traditional Vulcan salute. "Welcome aboard Ambassador, I trust your quarters are to your satisfaction?"
[Porett (Kennedy)]
She gestured to a seat. "Please, if you would take a seat? We have now set course for Romulan space, our ETA is approximately three days. Is there anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable or entertaining? We offer the use of the holodeck and other facilities, however we require you to stay away from key areas on the ship, such as main deflector control, main engineering and other secure areas. At least without security escort."
[Porett]
"I would make the same demand of any diplomat, regardless of species," the admiral explained calmly, "including my own brother. He will be accompanying the Romulan ambassador."
[Porett]
Just after she answered, the remainder of the senior staff walked in. "Ambassador Porett, allow me to introduce my senior staff." She gestured to each officer in turn. "First Officer Adam Parsons, Chief Medical Officer Kerry-Ann Kennedy, Chief Security Officer Meylor Paht, Chief Science Officer Shakaar Braylin, Chief Engineer Drumlin, Chief Helmsman Jay Gatsby. Lieutenant Thorad sits in for Operations."
[All]
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